I think I heard this type of poetry before somewhere.... Ah! Remember! Its like a fine example of Vogon Poetry!

WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!!

During a reading of the poem, four audience members died of internal hemorrhaging and the President of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been "disappointed" by the poem's reception.

Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning

Putty. Putty. Putty. Green Putty - Grutty Peen. Grarmpitutty - Morning! Pridsummer - Grorning Utty! Discovery..... Oh. Putty?..... Armpit? Armpit..... Putty. Not even a particularly Nice shade of green. As I lick my armpit and shall agree, That this putty is very well green.Grunthos the Flatulent, a Poet Master of the Azgoths of Kria.

Oh squiggly line in my eye fluid. I see you lurking there on the peripheral of my vision.But when I try to look at you, you scurry away.Are you shy, squiggly line?Why only when I ignore you, do you return to the center of my eye?Oh, squiggly line, it's alright, you are forgiven.